stars (phan)

chapter 23

lmao my whole chapter deleted im so >:(((
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phil was there, wrapped in his arms, living, breathing with a well functioning heart and no bullet buried deep in his head, disbelief pushing through him.

"i thought you were dead" he said quietly into dans neck, memories of dan being tortured still evident in his mind and dan tensed for a moment, confused because he wasnt dead, phil was the one who died, or at least it seemed like it.

"but... you- you got shot in the head, i saw it- damn it phil youre supposed to be dead i cried every night, i think i even went insane, just- fuck- i thought you came back as a spirit or a fucking dragon but youre alive, youre here and i hurts. but im just so fucking happy youre alive-" he stopped mid sentence, realizing he was rambling on about literally nothing and finally admitting to himself that the spirits and dragon was just a part of his imagination to keep him happy.

"but you were tortured" phil said, even quieter than before, almost scared that this was all a hallucination. he balled dans shirt with his fists, knuckles turning white but all to convince himself that dan was actually there.

"do you think..." dan started, voice slightly muffled from phil, "do you think they just did that to torment us... or like.. to kill us from depression or insanity?"

phil didnt answer, instead he hugged dan tighter, almost too sure that he was going to break his ribs.

it was quiet again, a soft ticking of a clock now clear in the silent room, before a soft growl broke it like glass. phil flinched back, looking away from dans neck to meet eyes with the white dragon, but he just sighed, heavily, and reached out to touch the dragons scaly nose.

"what are you doing here?" dan pulled back from phil, surprised by phils blunt reaction to the oversized lizard, but not over thinking it, he ran over the recent happenings in a rough detail, wincing at remembering about his jaw and he sub consciously touched the scratch on his face, fingers running over the dried blood.

"ive seen the dragon before, Mr Ventura stole him from somewhere, im not too sure how he got a dragon egg in this day and age but he brung the dragon to me when it was sill a baby, i remember him saying briefly that he had starved the poor thing to it can tear me up and 'devour me like i was merely a mouse' of course i didnt belive him, the dragon just sat in the corner, dying of hunger. but i guess hes ok now"

slightly unnerved by phils story, he decided to say no more, a little reluctant to talk more on the matter. he stood weakly, stretching his muscles and cracking his bones as phil cringed behind him, his hair standing on end at the sound of the cracks.

"what now?" phil asked, sitting up a little straighter and swinging his legs over the side of the hospital bed, the previously warm skin getting bitten with the sudden icy cold air.

"do you have clothes?" he nodded, standing up on tired legs and hospital dress sliding down just above his knees and stretching his tight muscles.

" why are you here? i mean, in hospital or whatever" dan asked, falling back to sit on the hospital bed, the previously straight sheets now crumpled in a messy heap. phil disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of a drawer opening.

"im not... too sure" he called out, the last two words slightly forced as if he was getting something out. the dragon huffed out an impatient breath, shifting its crouched position to a possibly more comfortable one and folded wings opening slightly, the thin skin brushing against the white walls.

"do you ever think..." dan called out again, running his fingertips over the white dragons rough scales, "that this could all just be a dream and you've just fallen asleep at the coffee shop, next to the window."

phil came out of the bathroom, waering the same clothes he was at the coffee shop and nervously scratching behind his head, his build was a lot healthier than dans, he was fit and looked well fed in the extended time they spent here, which neither knew how long, dan however looked a lot thinner, his shirt now hung loosely off his shoulders and his collarbones now showed alarmingly clearer than before, all because of the lack of food.

phil just sighed, a tired breath releasing from his lungs and eyelids heavy as he grabbed the unopened packet of cigarettes, a small hm coming from his vocal chords.

"do you smoke now?"

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wow that terrible cliff hanger.

ughghgghhhhhhh hi im going to need some time to think about future chapters because i totally have the plot aced im so great.

im not too sure how im going to end this book, and honestly im just tempted to write it until they die of old age or something (unsure whining)

but yeah uhh enjoy this shitty chapter that i was originally going to publish on christmas but was taken back to today due to late nights and christmas with undoubtedly, lots of procrastination.

yeah merry late christmas and have an awesome new year (i might update again before 2015 but lets not get to reckless now hey hahahahahajrnfkfjedm)

butts.